The Gift of Brothers
Today,I went to pick up my oldest son, Adam, from Job Corps. It's only 5 minutes away, but miles and miles from the restrictions and schedules of life at home. He's on his own, making decisions that I have no say in. (He keeps reminding me.)
I brought Noah with me to pick him up. Of all my children, Noah misses him most. We drove into the parking lot, watching the line of 'grown-up' children loaded down with their belongings. I saw Adam in line and walked toward him. He saw us and called to Noah. "Look," I bent down and pointed to his brother. Suddenly, his four-year-old legs took off running. He ignored the snow on the ground, making a beeline for his brother.
"Adam! Adam!" he yelled as he ran. When he got close, Adam bent his 6 foot 4 inch frame to scoop him up in his arms.
I resisted the urge to sit in the snow and cry.
I never expected my children to always get along. I come from a family of 7 myself, so I know. And, I also realize that someday they'll be adults and will hopefully enjoy each other's company, like my siblings do. For now, it can be hard to see them argue and pick on each other.
Moments like today make it all worthwhile.